Driving from Edinburgh to Aviemore for Single Speed World Championships 2007.
The crowd at the Decider for hosting rights of SSWC 2008.
I missed out on entering the Decider - which was my only real goal at SSWC - because my flight into the UK was late and my rental car wasn't available on time.
Common scene at Single Speed Worlds.
Curtis won the Decider - which involved spinning on a fixed gear, drinking a shot of crap whisky, and doing a highland jig for the judges. Napa Valley is the location for SSWC 2008.
Kevin and Pete. Kevin bought A LOT of rounds over the weekend. Thanks Kevin!
Foye was a cool guy, in Aviemore on his own, and good company all throughout.
Someone was kind enough to sticker my bike with "ANKSCURLOCKISACOCK".
The Vault. Party. Before Worlds.
The laundry room in my guesthouse.
I was alright driving on the left side of the road, but riding on the left side freaked me out.
This kid kicked ass. He would run the Like-a-Bike right over your foot and laugh.
Single Speed Outlaws. From Frederick MD.
Pre race meeting.
The 1.5 hour ride out to the race start was a good hangover helper.
The heather was in full bloom.
Pulling a wee one, with a flag, on a singlespeed. Badass Scottish lass.
More hung-the-f***-over self portrait action.
I want to live here.
More heather and the mountains in the fog.
At the finish line, prerace.
Pre-race.
Jeff Jones. Pre-race.
Napping, pre-race.
Carl Decker (kilt and see-you-jimmy hat) and Kelli Emmett (halter top). Pre-race.
Carl and Kelli again.
Aussie Damien raced in a gold skinsuit with a stereo strapped to his bike. He was pumping hair metal and lounge music.
Kelli and Adam Craig pre-race.
The most important rule: If you don't want the Tattoo, Don't Win.
Team Bothy Bikes.
Adam's race attire was uber-american.
Just before the LeMans start.
Running.
Sweet Scotch singletrack.
This dude is from Durango. He made a solid run for hosting rights during the Decider.
Bursting out of the loooonng climb and out into the rocky exposed technical stuff. This course had something for everyone. And some stuff for only the talented.
View from the top. I used my 2nd lap for photo taking, as I was too hungover (and almost drunk again) to truly race.
Dropping in to the descent from the top.
Marshall at the top.
One of the many techy sections claims a victim in the background.
The first lap was almost all walking due to the tight course with heavy traffic.
Sweeeeet.
Sweet sweet.
Representing the mid-Atlantic.
More techy stuff.
I never cleaned this section.
Kate was in good spirits despite her fillet-ed knee.
This is the end of the sweet final descent. I seriously did not want to do a 3rd lap, but I did just so I could bomb this descent one more time.
Someone decided to put a cigeratte out in my beer while I was on course. I found out the hard way.
Between lap routine.
Ahhhh.
Spectators. One cute little kid had a sign reading: " You're all winners!" Then he flipped it over: "Except you!"
The brutally long road climb.
The finish line is 1/3 of the way up the photo on the right.
Joe and Ricky.
Victory came at the cost of flesh. Adam said he crashed trying to put a beer in his pocket.
Awards time.
The Fattest Guy on an SS award.
He got a Santa Cruz.
The "Biggest Hipster Douchebag from San Francisco" award. Ok maybe not. I forget what he won. But that's what I would have awarded him for. He had a shitty 'zine.
Many a tie was broken via dance-off.
The guy doing the Trucker Horn Pump on the left was the eventual winner.
Jon and Chris of the Telly Savalas Players Club put on a fine event.
As did Marty.
I forget her name, but she is crazy.
The Best Facial Hair Contest.
Crazy Hippie lady attempting to usurp the win in the best facial hair contest.
Chewy.
Outside the bars and cafes every night.
The showing of the tattoos. Winners Adam and Kelli.
Matt, Jim and I packed the rental car good.
And we stopped at Dewar's World of Whisky on the way home.
This was the funniest thing I have ever seen.
The stills where Aberfeldy single malt scotch whisky is distilled.
